// make sure you kiss your knuckles before you punch me in the face
there are lessons to be learned, consequences for all the stupid things i say //
there are lessons to be learned, consequences for all the stupid things i say //
Holding her close and up against him, Sunjata steps over to the couch and settles in such a way that they don’t have to view each other’s faces, but still opts for enough he can drop plenty of kisses to the crown of her golden head, to let his arms lift and stroke her tearstained cheeks, reaching for the blanket knitted that has sat on the back of the couch to wind them in as he can see the flicker of snow begin to fall outside of their windows.
“You weren’t yourself either…” He says softly, a way for her to quit blaming herself so steadfast. “I’m sorry that I wasn’t there.” Comes his admission – feeling in part responsible for her going and finding Flora and kidnapping her. “But we’ll do better.. We always are together, aren’t we?” He asks, closing his eyes and nosing his way to press a peppering of kisses to her forehead and her cheeks, his breath warm and smoky (he’d picked up the habit again, it’s been a stressful time). “I love you.” He murmurs softly, muffled by the way his lips press to the bridge of her nose, finally letting the relief swell through him that she didn't blame him for any of it, all that anxiety and stress leeching from his bones in waves.
“You weren’t yourself either…” He says softly, a way for her to quit blaming herself so steadfast. “I’m sorry that I wasn’t there.” Comes his admission – feeling in part responsible for her going and finding Flora and kidnapping her. “But we’ll do better.. We always are together, aren’t we?” He asks, closing his eyes and nosing his way to press a peppering of kisses to her forehead and her cheeks, his breath warm and smoky (he’d picked up the habit again, it’s been a stressful time). “I love you.” He murmurs softly, muffled by the way his lips press to the bridge of her nose, finally letting the relief swell through him that she didn't blame him for any of it, all that anxiety and stress leeching from his bones in waves.
SUNJATA
Feel free to use magic/force on Sunjata, without killing him <3
Sunjata speaks with an Australian accent and has a passive magic that makes him produce a subtle scent that matches exactly to whatever those around him most desire him to smell like.
